Falling.

Falling further and further into the darkness. Frisk couldn't believe what was happening. One moment she was celebrating her 18th year of life; the next she's plummeting to her death inside the infamous Mount Ebott. As she was falling backwards to the never ending darkness, she tried to reach out towards the light that was shining out of the hole that she fell through. The light kept on getting further and further away from her grasp, and in that moment, when she thought that the darkness might consume her dead or alive, she thought out loud, "This can't be happening! I can't die! Not like this! I don't want to die! Someone! Help me!"

Suddenly, a voice rang through her head saying, "Frisk, you aren't going to die. Open your eyes! Wake. Up!" Then, as if on command, her eyes sprung open, staring at the beautiful sunlight that shone brightly down on her. As she sat up she noticed that she was laying and surrounded by golden buttercups. She also noticed that the sunlight was surrounding her in a protective-like embrace. Keeping the dark unknown at bay. Remarkably, she could stand up and wasn't hurt whatsoever. She thought that the flowers broke her fall when she landed on the ground,  but was seriously doubting if that was the case.

Frisk knew that at that moment she couldn't stay there. She needed to keep moving and find a way to climb back up if she wanted to go back "home".

But no matter what she tried: climbing via using the overgrown vines; they snapped. Trying to use her mountain climbing skills and scale the rock walls; the rock walls were too soft. And she already knew that nobody was going to help her until the end of the weekend. Either way, if she was going to get out of here, she needed to find another exit that was within the mountain.

As she stepped out of the light and into the shadows, her eyes had started to adjust, and it was then that she noticed a massive archway in front of her. This archway was HUGE and intimidating and had a strange insignia carved at the top. A large circle in the middle, two wings beside it, and triangles that pointed at opposite ends at the bottom of the circle. She then suddenly heard the voice again.

"The entryway to the ruins looms before you. You are filled with DETERMINATION!" She didn't know where this voice was coming from, but she didn't pay too much mind to it and continued to walk through the archway.

As she carefully walked her way through the darkness, with one hand on the wall so that she wouldn't trip or fall, she noticed something ahead. A ray of light shone down on a small patch of grass that had a singular flower growing right in the middle. It was a little buttercup that appeared to be wilting. Frisk came a bit closer to the flower and as she stared deeply at it she felt a sense of pity on the poor flower. So she grabbed her backpack, that she fortunately had with her when she fell, and grabbed her water bottle and poured some cold water on the flower to hopefully lift its spirits. And, it worked! Maybe a little too well. The flower suddenly woke up from its nap with a shocked and confused dazed look on his face.

"What the Hell?! Wh-who did that?!" He suddenly looked up at Frisk and responded, "So you did that?! Oooooohhhhhh, I see. Just because I'm a flower means I need water to survive huh?! Well, you're wrong! Sort of! I mean, I may look like a flower, but I'm a monster just like the rest of the Underground residents are! So no way in Hell am I going to be mistaken by a simple HUMAN as a plant!" Frisk was taken aback quite a bit from the flower monsters' angry rant.

Frisk quickly apologized for her rudeness. The angry and rude flower forgave her with a huff and asked, "You're new here to the Underground aren't you? Geez, you must be so confused. My name is Flowey. Flowey the flower. Your name is.....?"

"Oh! My name is Frisk. Just Frisk."

"Well Frisk, Welcome to the Underground! The first thing that you need to know while down here is that nothing appears to be what you would expect it to be. And the second one, is trust no one." As he said this he prepared his bullet seeds to attack her. As he did this, Frisk's soul glowed a deep ruby red and appeared as a heart outside of her body.

"Determination, huh? (Just like SHE was.) Well not for long~!" He cackled maniacally as Frisk, frozen with fear, trembled as she was about to meet her maker. But as the flower was laughing maniacally, a sudden warm light appeared in the distance. But as it drew closer, it turned out to be a fireball! It blasted the flower to the other side of the room.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH~ YOU'LL REGRET THIS~~~~~!!!!!"

As Frisk was released from his magically fearsome grip, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief. And as she was collecting her composure, a large, white, fluffy hand reached out for her to grab. "Oh dear! What a terrible creature! Are you hurt my child? My name is Toriel, caretaker of the ruins. Here, take my hand. You must be so scared. Did it hurt you? If it did, I'll treat you as soon as possible!"

This monster was so caring and loving like a mother would with her child. She was a large white goat monster with two small horns while wearing a large purple robe. The robe was strange in itself, but Frisk also saw how it had that same insignia on the chest area of the robe. Frisk knew it had to be some sort of coincidence. She wanted to ask but her voice wouldn't come out.

"Oh dear. It seems you're still a bit shaken up. Here, take my hand and we'll go to my house in the ruins."

To be continued...